PROSTRATING IN FRONT OF ALLAH AND SO CALLED ALIEN,
AN INEVITABLE CLASH OF IDEOLOGY IN VISION OF ARTISTS
In any culture freedom of expression is considered natural and no one has any objections against it. That is civilization. But different cultures have different perspectives. An expression by an artist on the roof of the Metropolitan Museum in New York depicts a person (?) prostrating in front of a giant Alien. No hand shakes or welcome signs. Just submission. The artist has given no explanation. None is required. The visuals are clear enough. The Aliens can be imagined in any way.
In our Islamic society we prostrate in front of no one else except ALLAH. Out of the 99 attributes we are given, we use the words, THE BENEFICENT, COMPASSIONATE, AND MERCIFUL all the time. Our greatest artists approach the might of Allah in different ways. M.A. Rahman Chughtai has also made some paintings relevant to the idea and we share them with our viewers. Politics and Aesthetics are inter-mixed by many these days, but what result? We cannot say. Decisions are made by people themselves. Who are we to impose? Enjoy whatever you can! Nothing enters the brain at gun point. Only fear!
FATAL JOURNEY OF PRINCESS SAHIB JAMAL FROM KABUL TO LAHORE
DEATH, BURIAL, MAUSOLEUM, AND THEN CENTURIES OF CONFUSION
IN THE BLISSFUL GARDEN OF “ANARAN” POMEGRANATES IN LAHORE
Research has gone outside the realm of our scholars. Research where there is no money is of no value to the modern researcher. There were dozens living in Lahore alone who were obsessed with unraveling the truth out of history. But legends as well as monuments are stuck with old time tales and no one is bothered in correcting same. We still insist on the Mausoleum of Zeb un nisa being in Lahore, the Gateway of Bagh Jahan Ara as the Garden of Zeb un nisa, the Mausoleum of Mumtaz Shikoh as being of Prince Pervaiz, and many many more. Foremost is the Mausoleum of Anarkalli in Lahore. Historians have provided proof that it is the burial place of Princess Sahib Jamal. but the story so concocted by the filthy mind of William Finch still reigns strong, due to films and dramas and our own Romeo and Juliet versions. And then persons like Mirza Hamid Baig still insists (in phone talk with me) on Anarkali story due to 32 years of research. Awaiting his volcanic revelations if any, with hope of fresh documentation. Centuries of research of Hindu story tellers still insist on the Taj Mahal being a Hindu temple and what not? Internet is full of the filthy declaration that the Holy Kaaba is also a Shiv temple, Allah forbid! Conspiratorial minds galore. Writer Mirza Hamid Baig went ahead further to insist (in phone with me) that even the drama of Anarkali by Imtiaz Ali Taj was not written by him. That is throwing mud on an iconic person who wrote it in 1922 and murdered in the 1950s. Long after his death the conspiracy goes on. Obsession to undo icons is here.
What is truth? Only one thing can be the truth. The rest versions. Unfortunately those who shout strongest are without documentations. But strong voices are heard not voices of paid lobbies. Many live on slander alone. We will write more about it!
THE SOLUTION TO WORLD PEACE LIES NOT IN EDUCATION AND DEMOCRACY
POLITICIANS ALL OVER THE WORLD LACK COMPASSION FOR SUCH AN EVENT
Once upon a time our group of friends used to sit down on a cup of tea and discuss things. My friend Mirza Saleem Haider used to say we talk of education enlightening us and of democracy giving us stability but if we actually see even those nations which have both of them, we find their so called leaders beings literally SHIT-HEADS. Trying to amass wealth on both national as well as individual level, they care little for the welfare of humanity. The poverty prevailing in the world does not shame them in any way. Literally excess grain used to be thrown in the sea so as not to disturb the market value of same. It seems the guiding light of these terrible people is Marquis de Sade. Some years back there was a scandal in Ceylon, in which wanton rich people used to visit to have sexual fun with those poor orphan kids and literally ruin them for the rest of their lives. This was international news but no one bothered with compassion for same. Scandals abound every day, and the same are thrown in the dustbin. How cruel and callous can a man get? Recent wars in various countries have killed millions for no reason nor rhyme. Who cares? In fact think-tanks are preaching destruction of a major portion of the world to stabilize things? Others are planning to go tho Mars and never come back.
The same set of people cry their hearts out for any kind of animals in pain. But no one takes the anguish of the tortured and hungry people in pains. So shut this hypocrisy of education and democracy. Of course education enlightens us to reality but does not engender compassion in us. CIVILIZATION IS THE ULTIMATE FACTOR FOR CARING FOR OTHERS. All religions preach compassion for others. All great people thrived on their capacity for compassion. Allah is COMPASSION itself. It was Hazrat Umar (blessings of Allah) who simply said to us that Allah holds him responsible for even a hungry dog on the river side. And where do we learn his compassion? At our mother’s feet. It is in all ways full of meaning that Paradise lies under the feet of the mother. Study life of our political leaders and you will find that they were deprived of their mother’s love. Surely they grew up as bad boys! Who can correct that?
WELL KNOWN CRUCIFIXION IN LAHORE FORT IN BHUTTO’S PERIOD
JOURNALIST YUNUS PINNED TO A WOOD BOARD BY HALAKU KHAN
In the course of many decades we have seen bizarre visitors to our premises. We are told of the flogging of journalists in the times of General Zia ul Haque, but little is taken up of the atrocities in the period of Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto. A journalist who said he was thirty years old but looked to be sixty years old, walked in our premises, that is after 1977. Probably 1978 or 1979. He introduced himself and talked with us for hours. In fact he did not make one visit but called a few times and was reluctant to tell me his miseries in the start of our discussion. And then one day when he felt he had my confidence, he narrated a strange tale to me.
Roughly his story was like this. Muhammed Yunus used to write in the Urdu press and his expose was the Governmental regime. He openly wrote against the policies of Prime Minister Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto. This was resented in certain quarters and he was warned to desist from the same. He did not listen and one day he was picked up by the governmental people, that is civilian in power. He was taken to the Lahore Fort. The dungeons which were historically known to house political prisoners. It was famous that the same prison was governed by a police officer who was known as Halaku Khan for his cruelties. He had the knack of torturing people and enjoyed doing same. Yunus was tortured for days and the ultimate torture was that he was stripped naked and pinned on a wooden board with iron nails. Perhaps his awe and prayers were heard by the Al-Mighty, for the regime underwent a change and Yunus was saved from death by a miracle.
Yunus looked at me and said that you are looking at me with disbelief and I want to prove same to you. He raised the sleeves of the shirt as well as his shalwar. There were deep gaping holes in the arms as ell as the legs, and no surgery could have removed the torture signs on him. I could imagine the same wounds, full of blood and was literally vomiting at even the thoughts of same. People in power do strange things. Freedom of speech can bring disastrous results. But then the Quranic Law of Makufat has its own way of doing things. I am sure Yunus is out there somewhere and doing what is unknown today.